I rest my case.
This is what my daughter had for dinner last Friday. This is the girl who (still) refuses to eat any meat that has a bone in it "because it's so gross, Mama." We let her loose in Italy and within a month she's eating octopus. And liking it, too! What has the world come to? Is Pippi going to be eating chicken legs next?
Would you "relax" your culinary standards if you were in a different setting than your home? As in eating oysters in Apalachicola or escargots in Paris or haggis in Scotland? Is anyone as adventurous as octopi-eating Pippi in Florence? Be honest!
This is what my daughter had for dinner last Friday. This is the girl who (still) refuses to eat any meat that has a bone in it "because it's so gross, Mama." We let her loose in Italy and within a month she's eating octopus. And liking it, too! What has the world come to? Is Pippi going to be eating chicken legs next?
Would you "relax" your culinary standards if you were in a different setting than your home? As in eating oysters in Apalachicola or escargots in Paris or haggis in Scotland? Is anyone as adventurous as octopi-eating Pippi in Florence? Be honest!

